I threw away the moldiest tomatoes earlier. They were gross. They had giant pits full of mold. Orange mold. Black mold. White mold. They were soft and squishy. The mold was only growing on the bottom, so I didn't see it until I picked up a tomato to look at it, after which I screamed and dropped it.
I almost took a picture to post on this blog, just so you could see how moldy these tomatoes were. But then I thought to myself, "Naaahh, I'm not going to unleash that mess on the Internet. I'm not gonna do that to my readers."
I spared you. Because I care.
(And before you go judging me for having rotten produce in my refrigerator, I share that fridge with three other people. I'm only going to accept a quarter of the blame.)